What is an expression that can make creatures hate without words? What is it about Night that can make friends turn into lovers? Why must day be where we hide our fears, yet the night greats our tears. In a morbid state of unconscious and deliberate unknowing we pass from the birth of inquisition to… Continue reading To Faust
Author: Suicidal Piety
I became part of the Wasteland at the age of fourteen... at the age of seventeen I decided to write about it. And thus... here I am.
Lily
White lilies painted crimson, maroon, and black to suit their prophetic fates. Dances with the night oft’ prove fatal. Will dawn come only for me? Is Winter truly the death or only the rest of maturation? What is love more than a tingly feeling? A fantasy world where women are swept off their feet and… Continue reading Lily
Lullaby
Go to sleep. In the morning everything will be okay. Sweetness in the form of bitter blood cooled to taste. Nothing’s going to be okay. Dry tears can’t fall, horrid truths can be told without heartache and tragedy. Truths that could devastate worlds. But there are worlds within worlds. Dreams are the essence of our… Continue reading Lullaby
Tears of Morality
Blood in my eyes. Tears of morality. I suffer at the hands of people I do not know yet know so well it pains me to remember their suffering. Suicide is the way out. Any way to escape I want to go. I have no will to stay. Who cares what people think? It’s more… Continue reading Tears of Morality